Modern Day Cain - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Dance

Dance

That’s enough

A modern concussion

The room is on fire

You’re an upstanding model

Of a modern day Cain

With impeccable style

But now you’ve done a little wrong

And you need to be forgiven

By the vicar and the company you keep

And then you conjure up a fiction

To get the pretty girl to listen

This is the sin

That I will confess to release myself

From consequence

And everyone can tell

The moral objections

To something so profane

But the deepest of convictions

Are the darkest positions

Little remissions for the varicose vain

Now you’ve done a little wrong

And you swear you didn’t do it

But volition left you burdened with a curse

And then you conjure up a fiction

To get the pretty girls to listen

This is, the sin, that I

Will confess to release myself

From consequence

And everyone can tell

This is, the sin, that I

Will confess to release myself

From consequence

And everyone can tell

This is, the sin, that I

Will confess to release myself

From consequence

And everyone can tell

And everyone can tell

And everyone can tell